Isabella’s POV

“Where’s the formula?”

Those were the first words James uttered when I took my seat. Obviously, he didn’t plan on wasting time on niceties, which was just as well since I was on a time crunch. I needed to wrap this little meeting up and make it back in time for lunch.

“Seems I forgot to take it with me,” I answered calmly.

James slammed a fist down on the table loudly. I flinched, more from surprise than fear at his ...